CHAPTER fourteen: Regaining her soul from the devil.

　　Her lips were parched and she was on the verge of passing out if only she could. Her skin was burning yet it wasn’t on fire, the orange glow of the fiery fire was around her but she was not ablaze.

　　The last thing she fuzzily remembered after the hands grabbed her into the dark cave was the ground of the cave splitting open and she was dropped inside the deep crack.

　　Then Amelia Whittaker woke up, chain to an iron post in this underground world.

　　Everything hurts and her eyes couldn’t even bring forth tear ducts. The little girl had tricked her. Going by the hotness and blazing fire, she had an inkling as to where she was. Hell.

　　She squinted but couldn’t see past the other screaming and writhing bodies. But there was a difference between herself and the other people. While they looked almost transparent as she could see through them, her body was still solid and even had a shadow unlike them.